A little girl goes to a pet shop and asks "excuse me do you have any widdle wabbits?" The shop keeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he is on her level, and says "do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft, fuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown one over there?" The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and whispers . . . "I dont wealy fink my pyfon gives a fwuck".